Chapter 5: He's a Dangerous Creature With No Morals
The red brick wall is covered with posters of faceless men in military uniforms, with bloody fonts graffitied on it.
Dog-eared soldiers carrying rifles and wearing steel helmets and pig-faced gas masks walked in goose-step, walking across the street under the hollow faces of the faceless people on the posters. The polished military boots stepped over the uneven and smelly streets.
At the intersection of the alley, a newsboy wearing ragged clothes and trousers walked out of the alley barefoot, waving the newspaper at the top of his voice, shouting, "One bullet, one newspaper."
The Garden Avenue outside the alley is noisy and bustling. The clown performers with showgirls set up a stage, and the propagandists with gold rings on their fingers were playing and singing, and they were as polite as
The lady walking out of the oil painting is wearing a respirator and pointing at the rocket launcher in the store closet...
Order, beauty, and prosperity are neighbors of chaos, ugliness, and ruin.
Gwen carefully blended in, dragging his thousand-layer box.
He poked his head left and right, suppressing the childish sounds of 'ooh' and 'eh' that were about to come out. Even though he already knew the characteristics of the story on the train in other people's memories, it was difficult to control it...
Woo~dudu~woo~dudu!
A shrill noise reminiscent of an air raid siren sounded, and an enthusiastic young man's voice came from a brass trumpet on a street lamppost: "People of Utopia, dog ears, cat ears, bear ears and feathers, please pay attention!
Our 'Fellowman' town-level train will go through the bumpy area on Utopia in one to two minutes. Please be prepared, don't panic, and don't cause non-accidental deaths."
Bumpy area?
Gwen looked around and saw that the dog-eared man who had been walking slowly before walked hurriedly to the lamppost and even wrapped his long tail around the lamppost.
bumpy zone.
Gwen's memory told him that the train would experience bumpy areas two to three times a month, each time lasting about five minutes and causing violent shaking.
Utopia is an even bigger train, moving along a huge track made by someone unknown in the endless ocean called the Sea of Illusion. On the back of Utopia, there are huge wilderness, plains, mountains, and huge tracks built one after another.
Above, giant mobile trains divided into 'city level', 'town level', 'township level', 'village level' and 'station level' are running on the track, forming a utopian urban circle.
But the most important thing now is to find a safe place...
He tried to get close to the group of Rongen people - Rongen people are one of the four main races in Utopia, and their characteristic is dog ears.
But before he got closer, he was forced away by the other party's eyes.
Although it's embarrassing to say it, Gwen is a little afraid of dogs.
"What a bad luck..."
Rongen's personality is a bit diode, the good ones are very nice, and the bad ones are very difficult to mess with.
Pedestrians on the street found a stable spot, but Gwen, who still retained the reserve of modern people, did not find a good spot because he did not squeeze in.
Not long after, a violent vibration came.
If anything, it's like being on a bullfighting machine that's out of control.
But Gwen didn't care. Even if the mad cow was really galloping, he believed that he could dance Thomas Street Dance on it with the balance that ordinary people can have after training. He tried his best to pretend that he was affected, and used one hand to dance on it.
Pressing on the lever of the Thousand Layer Box, he used extremely skillful force removal and force to show a convulsive appearance.
…This is the price of being gregarious.
he thinks.
This is also true. If, when everyone is affected by this kind of shock, he reveals that he can walk on flat ground as if he were walking in his own back garden, he may be targeted by other source power envoys.
According to memory, it seems that there is some kind of 'similarity' between the source of power and the source of power. If you can kill the source of the same phase and contact the other person's mental reflection, it is possible to improve your own abilities.
So disguise is very important.
But it seemed that she had gone too far. Gwen felt the functions of this body. Although it was not as strong as one-tenth of her body in the previous life, it still had extremely good flexibility. The muscles and flexibility were really beautiful.
"Well... the bumpy area should be over, right?" a cat-eared man next to him muttered.
With an expressionless face but a feeling of shame that actually made her want to kill someone, Gwen stopped twitching, turned up the collar of her military coat, and left quickly dragging her suitcase. She did not forget to throw a newsboy hat into the hat of the newsboy next to her.
Beautiful bullet, he casually pulled out a newspaper.
Although with his current strength, he can live under the overpass forever in an almost snowy environment, he still plans to see if he can find a place to live.
For one thing, living under an overpass is too weird and bizarre.
Secondly, he doesn't have the quirk of the martial arts experts who cut back on food and clothing and sharpen their energy.
Thirdly, if my body lived under an overpass, it would be too pitiful and a waste of natural resources. With such a petite and cute body, even a rough man like myself would never be allowed to live a casual and sloppy life.
I have already come to this world, and although I don’t want to say ‘I’ll settle for it now’, it’s human instinct to live.
He flipped through the newspaper and unexpectedly saw the car rental industry on the advertising page of the newspaper.
"...the best single-family three-unit apartment cars have greenhouse cars and small garden cars... indoor smoking is allowed... and a small fitness center has been built in the small garden car."
The rent is cheap, and I heard it’s a haunted house. Is there any other house more suitable for adventure?
But Gwen objected.
He frowned and rejected it.
Because: "It's too close to the gym and too far from the dining hall."
He can't cook.
Gwen put one hand on her face, trying to find a rental car apartment that could provide in-house private dining.
…………
Bang!
The newly invented spotlight helped the camera record the scene: an old man whose chest had been opened was lying on the ground.
"The deceased is Lee West Caird, male, sixty-two-year-old, single, and the mentor of the Secret Society of Mandela University."
Bang!
Photo: A bone saw on the ground that looks like a torture tool, and a gel raincoat stained with blood.
"The deceased's pills were broken, his eyeballs were crushed, and his facial bones were shattered in many places, but the fatal injuries were the two bullets that penetrated the mouth."
The basement where Gwen woke up has been cordoned off as 'a vendetta scene of some kind of brutal illegal occult society'.
There was a short-haired woman with squirrel ears wearing a black military coat, looking down at the report.
The report analyzes dozens of pages of factors that could lead to a 'vendetta' or even a 'love killing'.
"This is handed over to the authorities as an official report."
She commanded a tall male police officer with bear ears next to her with ease and said: "As for the true report, leave it to the government headquarters."
Officer Xiong Er shook his head, with a puzzled look on his face: "Captain, you didn't give me the true report..."
The short-haired woman with pine ears sneered: "How do we find out the real situation? Lee West Caird is related to one hundred and twenty-seven missing cases, and the Fellow crew has launched eleven searches and
A thorough investigation was granted, but all ended in vain. There are some really big shots in the government who really want to see West's results, the forbidden resurrection technique..."
She lit up her cigarette: "As a semi-official 'secret agent', I would like to thank the person who killed this guy."
"Please don't say this about Mr. Lee West Caird. His contribution to medicine is very great... If you continue to say this, as an official driver, I must warn you."
"So this isn't a warning?"
The woman with squirrel ears blew out the smoke and said with a smile: "That's all, I was joking. The person who killed him is definitely a dangerous person. If you add that ghost possessed by him..."
Her expression gradually became serious:
“I’m afraid a new ‘Mind Flayer
No.
The Mind Flayer is looking for a carriage apartment that offers in-house cooking.
